Before I got diagnosed with coeliac disease and lactose intolerance, I used to go to festivals with minimal food. A few sausage rolls and a bag of crisps was enough to get me by. Now, I usually have bags and bags that are full to the brim and will feed me, my husband and our two mini coeliacs for the whole time.
It is not such a problem when we are camping or when we take our young girls along, as it means there are lots of places to stash gluten and lactose-free essentials. The pushchair and the changing bag come in doubly useful.
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So at teatime, we had a little look around and I approached a food stand that was selling hog roast and chicken. They said the meat was safe so I joined the queue (not realising until I got to the front that I had actually pushed in). We had to queue for ages so I had plenty of time to watch their procedures. They were really hot on cross-contamination – excellent at using different utensils and changing gloves.
When I finally made my order (lots of meat and salad), the server said she wasn’t sure it was safe as they had gluten on the premises. So we talked about the procedures and that gluten was nowhere near the meat and she then felt confident about serving me. It was delicious and I felt absolutely fine after it. And could then get on with the very important business of cider drinking.
By Karen Woodford – a tricky eater attempting to have 3 square meals a day